Cave Paintings

The cave paintings on the wall they tell a story,
A tale of love, courage, and glory,
A warrior who bitterly fell,
But with every fall, lived to tell the tale,

No beast which dwelled upon the earth could harm the man,
He was the most feared creature in all the land,
In his years of life he never met his match,
But, as the story goes, he met a creature that made his heart detach,

The paintings say, that on a cool morning he fell into a cave,
Where he found a woman- much to filthy to be a princess, much to beautiful to be a slave,
She stood in the moonlight that filtered through the ceiling,
Her body had no garments - everything was revealing,

She had long, curly tuffts of brown hair that hang to her feet,
Her blue eyes glinted in the moonlight soft as a satin sheet,
Skin was pale and fair,
Her body held a grace which only a goddess would wear,

She was the most beautiful creature the warrior had ever seen,
Upon first sight of her he fell to his knees,
For the first time since he picked it up, his spear fell to the ground,
His match had been found,

A smile touched her rose-red lips and she began to walk,
Slowly, forward she stalked,
On the stone floor her feet made no sound,
The closer she got, the faster his heart began to pound,

When at last before him she stood,
She bent closer to him than any person ever could,
Her tiny hand reached forward to rest upon his face,
The feel of her skin reminded him of the softness of silk or lace,

He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent,
And even closer her body bent,
Then slowly, their lips brushed,
Her taste was soft, sensual, and lush,

She withdrew and backed into the moonlight once more,
Leaving his heart feeling cold and torn,
He reach his arms to her, but his body only swayed,
He buckled and on the ground he stayed,

Her mouth widened into a grin,
Breaking his heart into pieces which would not mend,
As his vision blurred he saw her teeth contract and grow long,
And suddenly, he realized that something was very wrong,

He saw blood dripping from her mouth to the ground,
The blood from his lip, he soon found,
He felt poison spreading through his veins,
And what had tasted so good began to bring him pain,

He saw her teeth growing sharp and her fingernails curve,
He hated her, yet felt that his time here had been well served,
His body shuddered and he took his last breath,
And slowly felt the sting of death.

Reviews

[Lady Lazarus.]

an incredibly engrossing read with a great twist...I love this.
The rhyming scheme works so effortlessly and the story is great.good job

[cheeeeese]

This was a wonderful story told in poetic form, I couldn't stop reading it. I knew there had to be a catch with the woman, very interesting story. This was very well-written, and I loved every bit of it. Very enjoyable piece. 100%

[Bare trees]

Exellent poem Pale. You told your tale in a rhyming style that seemed to flow without having to worry about syllable count. A female vamp story that kept me gripped till the end. I approve. Ha Good work.